The first radiation treatment came and went in about 10 minutes. I didn't feel a thing. Well, maybe I felt fear. Knowing this beam of radiation (doesn't that crap cause cancer?) was infiltrating my chest kind of freaks you out a bit as you look at this giant gadget dangling over your head, watching as it rotates to an angle and zaps again. Then from beneath.
Knowing that this gauge taped to my chest is more of a high-tech meat thermometer than anything else. It's creepy.
But I didn't feel anything. And they say I shouldn't feel anything differently. For a few weeks. That's when my esophagus might begin to swell from the rads. Maybe. I'm hoping not.
But if it does, I have this feeding tube to keep me filled with nutrition. Supplies to use it will be delivered today sometime after noon. A pump (not unlike the one keeping Mom alive) and the various formulas of food will be dropped off and set up. Can hardly wait.
In spite of all the luxuries I'm anticipating, I'd so much rather be at work. I love being home, being with Catherine and the girls when they're here. Truly. But given the circumstances, I'd prefer things to be status quo, working as usual.
Soon enough.
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